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★ I am a drifter, as lonely as that can be, it's also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else. ★ summer, '03 ★

[summerinmanchester]

summer manchester, future travel blogger. Alumna-class of '03.

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**summer has been blind since her accident at autumn's 21st birthday in 2010. she's had 15 years to adapt to living with a disability and continues working as a private practive physical therapist

**summer's husband, crispin, has been in a coma for three months following a car accident they were in. due to her blindness, the only way summer was able to have her husband discharged to her care instead of in a facility was to move back to her home town where he family could support them.

THE BASICS.

FULL NAME: summer dawn manchester GENDER & PRONOUNS: demi woman, she/it AGE & BIRTHDAY: 40, december 21st WHERE DO THEY LIVE: port carroll OCCUPATION: physical therapist FACECLAIM: elisabeth debecki

PERSONALITY.

STRENGTHS:  independant, active, persistent WEAKNESSES: disapproving, distant, selfish ZODIAC: sagittarius MORALITY: true neutral AESTHETICS: -

BRIEF INTRO.

summer manchester has always hated carroll county. she’s always been above the petty drama and performativity driven by the social hierarchy; but maybe that’s because her family was sitting at the top. summer was captain of the volleyball team and ran track but her focus was equally on her studies. she didn’t care for parties and it was rare for her to appear at them.  summer went to college in boston and she’s finally building a life for herself outside of the manchester name when she comes home for autumn’s birthday. it’s her twenty-first and she’s the favorite daughter so there is no way summer can miss it. the party is just like autumn: loud, flashy, a waste of money. the last thing summer ever really saw was daddy bringing out a massive sparkler for autumn to whirl around.  her sight never fully came back and it took her three years to finally be ready to finish her degree, six more to actually do anything with it after graduating. the only help she ever accepted from her family was a brownstone she refused to leave for the majority of her twenties. with time she accepted the loss of her sight and adapted to her new world. she got a job, went on dates, made friends. she even fell in love, bought a house. summer had begun to think carroll county was well and forever behind her but then reality slammed into her like a semi truck and here she is selling her house to move back home and bringing her husband’s comatose body along with her.

CONNECTIONS. + NPCS.

crispin: summer's husband, who is now in a coma due to a car accident they were both involved in eight months ago. he'd been in a care facility before summer was finally able to have him discharged home, under the condition there were other caretakers around.

ingrid hawkins: cousin in law. the words together sound meaningless, a connection that should mean less than nothing. if summer and ingrid are connected it is by a distant thread that is made even less certain with crispin being comatose.

[thexcarrollxtimes]

👫summer and Ethan

From X

( @summerinmanchester )

After he found out she enjoyed tea, he anonymously started sending her exotics to try. Although, somewhat selfishly, he also did this because he knew it meant he would get to spend more time with her, knowing she would call him to come and test them out.

After the incident with his sister, he made sure to make it very clear to Illyana that there was as much going on with Summer as there was with Autumn. That they were just friends. So he tries to get her to do things with him and Illy as often as possible to keep Anora's suspicions at bay. Because she truly is his best friend, ultimately knowing what Illy would want. And he refuses to give up this friendship.

[ikvgai]

elizabeth debicki x VOGUE may 2024

[summerinmanchester]

[oxfords---notbrogues]

Jason Statham

[delphianactuallydoodling]

Otter (2023) acrylic paint on panel

[joelhawkins]

Joel: Depends on the favor. Joel: Horse Emoji.

[summerinmanchester]

Summer: It's a new moon. Summer: At 7:01 AM. Summer: Would you send me a voice message describing it?

[acciohunks]

Callum in Eternity

[guardian-angle22]

otter pups named Ripple, Splash, Puddles & Scuttle via cincinnati zoo

[joelhawkins]

Joel: Yes. Joel: hello, summer ☀️

[summerinmanchester]

Summer: If you're free--If you're able, could you do me a favor? Summer: It doesn't require livestock this time. Summer: Horse Emoji.

[autumnonheels]

Auttie did lazy loops around her sister, staying facing her for the most part as she circled first one slow direction, than another. "Doing what again?" The exasperation the vagueness of the statement, unable to help a little scoff at the clarification. As if it wasn't at least a little bit true. She knew it.

What was her greatest achievement? Her perfume line? She barely ran it. "I don't mean to." Again, as if that made it better. "But..." A sound something like a sigh slipped past her as she found to fight the words for her thoughts. "I've never wanted to stay in Carroll. Not for a minute. I always wanted to be other places, more exciting places. See the world." She'd done all that.

"Even with everything going on... all the gossip and drama... I don't feel like running away. And-... and I don't know if that's Eric, or maybe I'm finally growing up but... I wanna stay home." Eyes taking in the quiet confidence of her sister on her skates, Autumn admired her once more for the class and sophistication that she'd never been able to achieve herself. Not really. "What about you, Sum? How's it feel being home? I can tell Jonathan missed you. I think he's relieved not to have to deal with me alone."

[summerinmanchester]

Autumn admits her mistake and glosses over it in the same sentence, an apt example of her degree of accountability. Summer wasn't sure she would blame Autumn for her role as the black sheep in the family, but she certainly never saw any attempts made at fixing the issues.

The Manchester name was basically synomyous to Autumn and Summer would forever be a footnote in her sister's story. She had.. complicated feelings, about it all.

She likes the idea of Autumn growing up. It doesn't ease any of the pain of her childhood or the years that followed, but Summer has to hope that things could be better between them in the future. She'd lost enough recently--she could certainly do to gain her sister back. "We should brunch. I'd love to meet him." Summer offers in encouragement.

"One day at a time." She offers Autumn her mantra in response for how she's doing. There is resilence in her tone, but she is tired. "He was always wonderful. He makes coming back.. a little easier." Summer thought of him as an uncle despite his employment for their family.

"...I went on a date." Summer confesses.

[summerinmanchester]

Feb. 17th 6:50 am @joelabernathyy Summer: Joel? Summer: Are you awake?

[summerinmanchester]

@autumnonheels

[debickisource]

Elizabeth Debicki in “The Red Barn”. 

[pelinore]

[willworthington]

He let her put her feelers out with his hand, smiling softly to himself at her delicate touch. He didn't mind that he was being sized up at all. He rested his palm lightly against hers to see the size of their hands. They weren't too far off from each other. Height in a woman wasn't something he hadn't ever minded. "I'm 6'3. Not that much taller than you actually. I think it would be rather fun to look up at you in heels." He kept his tone light as his ocean eyes observed her. She had an energy about her that felt easy to be around.

His head cocked to the side as he watched her suck in her lower lip. He had to admit that he felt a bit of a pang of guilt when he saw the look that flashed over her face. It was brief but it was there. "Everyone has a story to tell. No matter how tragic it may be, it is still your story and I'd like to know it. Whatever you'd like to tell me that is."

The hearty laugh that left him made a wide grin appear on his face. His tone turned instantly flirty as his fingers folded over hers to grasp her hand lightly. "I can't wait to know more. Whether it be your story or those...less wordy things." His hand squeezed hers delicately. "I have a feeling you are just full of surprises, Summer."

[summerinmanchester]

She could sense a lot about a person with simply interacting with them at this distance. Summer could feel the way Will's prescence filled the small space and she imagined him with broad, muscled shoulders. Thanks to Ingrid's description Summer pictured Will as a handsome face with dark curls. "You're from England, aren't you?" It's a reminder that maybe Will doesn't actually know much about her. "I'm quite used to my private life not being very.. private."

Summer pulls her hand back and adjusts in her chair, abandoning the pair of flats she'd worn and curling her legs into the seat with her. "Darla, would you bring a blanket please?" She calls out to the flight attendant. 'Of course Summer.'

She's relieved that the crew has remembered how much she hates being called Mrs. Manchester and is instead referring to her by first name. A blanket appears in her hands and Summer begins to unfold it to cover herself. She'd warned him she liked to be warm and cozy, had't she?

"Well I quite like to travel.." Summer choose this as the start of her story because it felt like the one thing that was really about her. Not her parents or her sister or her husbad. She spent the next several hours telling Will about her trips to the Greek Islands and how easily she could've pictured herself never coming home. Sometime after an early lunch Summer fell asleep in her chair and remained there as the plane prepared to land. She rarely slept these days and was prone to these spells of fatigue. Her mother said it was all the grief she was carrying.

[thesada]

And just like that, the pair are strolling. Summer's pretty, manicured hand rested on her arm and beneath one of her own, the start difference between her tattooed and dark painted limb stark beside the pristine opal that was this well bred woman. An intimate scene for all they were the opposite of each other in every way.

"I though it would be kind to offer any and all assistance you could need, Summer." Sada purred her name, rolled the vowels around her tongue like the stem of a cherry tied into a tantalizing knot. "Even just a social reprieve from the pressures of the vigilant wife. The least I can do. You've always been the saving grace of the Manchester family."

The sound of their heels together on the pavement as the doors of Amour and her standing reservation drew nearer, in unison, almost melodic in the steady tempo. "We all need friends in our darkest hours."

[summerinmanchester]

Summer was quick to realize that Sada walked with a long, confident stride that many were too cautious to use when with Summer. People usually walked slowly or akwardly and it annoyed her to no end.

Saving grace? Summer chewed on the sentiment for much longer than expected, trying to decide the sincerity in her words. Summer had spent the majority of her childhood trying to live up to the title of eldest daughter within the Manchester family. But it had always fallen short.

What could Sada really see with her other than her last name?

"Friends?" She repeats, surprised. "I was never very good at making friends. And I'm afraid that hasn't really changed."

"And let's not pretend you have any interest in me outside of being a Manchester." She states gaurdedly as they're seated.